...Either case, this little nook on blogasphere is the natural dumping ground for the sort of crap that eruptswhen you find a wee Chink in the Britworks...

But hey, I promise you this is steamingly hot shit...which is probably why it's all looking a bit brown!

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04 November 2006

Are my roots showing?

Three long years (nearly four), and I've still not quite accustomed myself to the ups and downs of life 'up north'...let alone spare 150 seconds of that time for a meal-ejecting, aero-disemboweling nose-dive on the Big One. That never ceases to amaze people...The latter undertaking, I mean. The former is perfectly understandable...Most of the time, I try to avoid telling people I'm from Blackpool. (The association is just far too embarrassing, especially now its only redeeming feature - TVR - has jumped ship.) To be fair, this isn't an out-and-out lie since I am not really native to this region.Besides, having lived in various other far more exotic settings (my speech is a bit of a giveaway), I can always fall back on explanations of my hybrid beginnings.

Now that we have moved into our own house, it has become increasingly apparent to me that I'm going to be seeing a lot more of...

this...

this...

and this...

Oh, brave new world that hath such people in it!

I have just about resigned myself to permanent residency in Los Chavas.

This is just a 'filler post', but you can hardly blame me since nothing noteworthy ever happens in this neck of the woods. I will never forget the first time I moved here...You can guess the reason from the blog I wrote about the happy ordeal:

Rolled into Blackpool (approximately 12 hours later) on largevehicle that was suitably intimidating (mainly due to screamingfirepower of holidaying kids and parents on board, which drainedenergy fields so Shields were down).Occupation of the honourable Gregory-San’s bedchamber encounteredlittle resistance, although there were slight navigation problems as labyrinthof clutter camouflaged floor space. Have turned territory into currentheadquarters for future world domination projects, even though indignantprotests over infringement of personal spare time do set off internal alarmsystems from time to time. However, treaty negotiations for vantage point by sole bedsidetable collapsed despite repeated diplomatic attempts...Decided to re-thinkstrategy after grudging (temporary!) retreat...Perhaps some form of aggressivebiological warfare involving KY Jelly, or distraction tactics applied toco-ordinates of (otherwise-classified) facial / anatomical atlas may give rise tomore compromising solutions. Failure is not an option! In the meantime, must be less negligent during Duvet Patrol, and enlist help of mechanical sentry (Code Name: Private Hoover) for Operation Fag-Ash Clean-up.